CHORUS:Fantasyâ¦There is a man in a faraway landWhoâs been pretty lucky forAn average man.He likes to think heâs pretty coolA person of tasteNobodyâs fool.And if you ask him heâll tell no lie.He doesnât like pain, and he doesnât care to die.He likes the feel of sun on skin.Money in his pocket any way he can.Now is he running after the fantasies of life.Is he just running after the fantasies of life.CHORUS:Fantasyâ¦Now he knows thereâs a lot of bad bad menAnd a few bad ladies now again wouldnât want his kids dying of hungerBut time shoots on heâs not getting any youngerAnd though it grieves his heart to see all this hurtThereâs a vein in his neck just itching to spurtSo heâs wasting no time in being a saviourAnyone needs saving heâll do himself the favourCHORUS:Now is he runningâ¦